‘And ye maun learn my gay goss-hawk
To wield both bow and brand;
And I sall learn your turtle dow
To lay gowd[451] wi’ her hand.
XXIV
‘At kirk and market when we meet,
We’ll dare make nae avowe,
But—“Dame, how does my gay goss-hawk?”
“Madame, how does my dow?”’
XXV
When days were gane, and years came on,
Wise William he thought lang;
And he has ta’en King Honour’s son
A-hunting for to gang.
XXVI
It sae fell out, at this huntìng,
Upon a simmer’s day,
That they came by a fair castell,
Stood on a sunny brae.
XXVII
‘O dinna ye see that bonny castell,
Wi’ halls and towers sae fair?
Gin ilka man had back his ain,
Of it you suld be heir.’—